Look, I realize both of you could happily strangle each other across the table, but I don't think that's the most effective use of our time, and frankly, I don't think I have enough money to tip the waitress for that kind of clean-up. And look, here's lunch. Let's eat that instead of eachother.

There is a little narrowing to his eyes at the end of it that makes me understand that this is a test. Whether or not I'm brave enough to go into the stall with Corr after yesterday morning, after I've had time to think about what happened. The thought of it makes my pulse trip. The question is not if I trust Corr. The question is if I trust Sean.

Taking risks is not being suicidal. Otherwise, skydivers need serious help.

As I handed her the bag, the old scars on my wrist throbbed with buried memories.

She attempted to turn again; I held on. I wasn't holding tight enough to keep her, but she wasn't pulling hard enough to get away.

I'm a dirt road out in the country kind of person, but I remember thinking, I could live in Chicago.

I can't tell the difference," I said. "Between not fighting and giving up.